The Rescuers Down Under Page #4

Clear the way!

Move over madam, there you go!

Coming through, sir. Thank you.

(CHUCKLING)

Next stop, Mugwomp Flats.

Did we lose anyone back there?

BERNARD:
Miss Bianca, from now on,

can't we just take the train?

MALE VOICE:
Well, Sparky,

you've had this coming for a long time.

And now, you're gonna get it.

Ha!

Wise fly.

(CHUCKLING)

WILBUR:
Mugwomp tower,

this is Albatross 1-3

requesting permission to land. Over?

Albatross? Let's see.

Finch, wren, scrub-bird, lorikeet,

freckled duck, galah,

kookaburra, parrot,

cockatoo, alba... It's a jumbo!

Negative, you'll have to turn back.

- Our runway isn't long enough for you.

- WILBUR:
Not long enough?

Look pal,

I can land this thing on a dime!

BERNARD:
Wilbur,

ifthe runway isn't long enough...

WILBUR:
You can't let radarjockeys

push you around. Leave it to me.

I say again, mate,

our runway is too short.

And I say again, mate, I'm coming in!

Crazy Yank. Quick, Sparky,

we gotta extend the runway.

Here we go!

We'll never make it!

Hot!

Passengers, please remain seated

until the aircraft comes

to a full and complete stop.

Thank you.

Whoa!

Quick, Sparky,

we need to make a drag line!

Don't try and tell me

the runway's too short.

Hold this for me, will you, pal?

Bloke ought to have his wings clipped.

Captain thanks you

for flying Albatross Airlines...

Crazy Yanks.

They think they can do any fool thing

without regard for...

(SIGHS)

Welcome to Australia, ma'am.

Name's Jake. If there's any way

I can make your stay pleasant,

don't hesitate to ask.

- Oh, how kind.

- Allow me to get that bag for you.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I've got a lot of luggage here.

Let me give you a hand with those.

Part of the friendly service

at Albatross...

- (BACK CRACKS)

- Ow! Big time hurt!

Back! It's out!

- Are you all right?

- Don't worry, I'll handle this.

Sparky, watch the tower.

We gotta get this bird to the hospital.

Can't go down, can't go up.

Take the bags!

MICE:
Heave! Ho!

WILBUR:
What are you doing?

What's going on? Wait!

- Wait a minute. Just stop everything.

- MISS BIANCA:
Wilbur, don't worry.

We'll come back the moment

we find the boy.

Wait! Wait a minute!

Don't leave me here, please!

I'm feeling much better now.

I'm even ready to hit the beaches.

I'm even ready to mambo. (HUMMING)

- (BACK CRACKS)

- Ow!

Doctor, will he be all right?

Now, my dear. Keep a stiff upper lip.

They all come in with a whimper,

and leave with a grin.

Off with you now. Leave everything

to me. Shoo, shoo. Off you go.

Hop to it, ladies.

We've got a bent bird on our hands.

- Move, bustle, bustle. That's it.

- Will it hurt, Doc?

Dear boy, you won't feel a thing.

- Launch the back brace!

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